
Tour de fat…a day of bikes and imitation

Tour de fat…a day of bikes and imitation
Today again
I’ll go to the hill
where the pine winds blow –
perhaps to meet my friend
who was cooling himself there yesterday.
~ Saigyo (Poems of a Mountain Home)
…submitted in response to Lost in Translation’s photo challenge: s-curve.
on horseback
making a silent bow…
thin mist
~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)
On an afternoon walk, we came upon an end-of-school celebration at a local park. As I wandered about the carnival setting, memories of past transitions that included a sense of freedom came to mind. Freedom to play, to explore, to be… My summers were a time in which I was allowed to roam over hills and through meadows, to swim in rivers and creeks, and to reenact storybook characters. No television, no internet, no social media…just freedom to play in an landscape that extended far beyond the horizon.


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Continual…frequently recurring…a service disrupted by continual breakdowns.
Within the shadows of today’s political discord and emotional-driven social media postings, there is a continual theme I have encountered in the past several weeks…a grass-root movement providing a basic need…food. No, not $1,000,000-3,000,000 weekend golfing trips or $50,000 jackets…food, simple, over-the-counter food.
The first time was the poster in my doctor’s office which informed patients, “we have food if you need.” The second was an alteration to the random small wooden book exchanges that invite neighbors to share books; that is, the Lutheran Trinity Church offers…a mini food pantry.

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just being alive
I
and the poppy
~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)

“We humans have talented artist, but how can our paintings compare to your masterpiece of the four seasons? How could we ever paint such a compelling dawn or create a more radiant dust? We have great composers, but how can our music compare to your celestial harmony with the Sun and planets-or to the sound of the rising tide? We have great heroes and heroines who have endured wars, hardship, and dangerous voyages, but how can their bravery compare to your great forbearance and patience…” ~Thich Nhat Hanh, Love Letter to the Earth
submitted in response to Lost in Translation’s photo challenge.
A puppet dancing
confined and restricted by strings –
a puppet master

confined
image submitted in response to a challenge offered by Lost in Translation
wild geese –
between their cries, a slice
of silence
~Katsura Nobuko (M Ueda, Far Beyond the Field)

A slice of an image of blossoms at the city park…submitted in response to Paula’s photo challenge
I write, erase, rewrite,
erase again,
and then a poppy blooms
~Hokushi

Lost in Translation challenge for this Thursday is to show the effects of red next to black.
Silently
time passes.
The only life I have
submits to its power.
~Hatsui Shizue

submitting this profile image in response to Lost in Translation’s photo challenge.
Sweet and sad
like love overwhelmed
with long sighs,
out of the depths of the willow
little by little
the moon appears.
~Yosano Akiko*

arboreal
I found myself drawn, not to this tree, but to the shadows playing upon its trunk. Image submitted in response to Lost in Translation’s photo challenge.
*cited:
Women Poets of Japan
K Rexroth & I Atsumi

somewhere in multiple layers of perspective is…a truth.
A multiple exposure image submitted in response to Lost in Translation’s challenge.

Image submitted in response to Paula’s Thursday’s Special.
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